"I'm having a mad bath day, aren't I." -- me, upon realizing that 23+2 = 25, instead of 24.

Teaching Pink Shirt Guy a few things about computers, specifically, spreadsheets. He strikes me as sarcastic and cynical enough to have made a good BOfH had he gone into the correct field.

Dismissing phone goons for break takes a lot of boring repetition in hollering things. To wit: "If you're not on the phone, go ahead, go on break; if you're not on the phone, go ahead, go on break; if you're not on the phone, go ahead, go on break; if you're not on the phone, go ahead, hit the computer; if you're not on the phone, go ahead, go on break..."

One booth is out because the left-side control key isn't working. This is an insurmountable obstacle for the less tech-savvy. One booth is out because the CRT is going bad, and no longer displays yellow. Our survey telnet is white text on blue background. This means it's now pink text on a blue background, which is very good for gender awareness, but also very difficult to read, and an insult to the tender masculinity of no few phone goons.

Resp: "I don't believe in surveys."
Phone goon: "I assure you, they're very real, sir. ... Are you real?"

It, for the love of God, is hassle, not hastle. I assure you. Also, see Bob the Angry Flower on the subject of apostrophes. Trust me, the little NET SEND in the direction of your booth on the topic was a veritable love note.

Things I have to deal with on a regular basis:

CIVIL ENGENIOOR BUILDING HOUSE'S
THEY NEED TO ADUCTED MORE ON A PARTICULA OBSERVATION

I am using Net Send irresponsibly at work to pass
notes to figment0.

Spreadsheets are my friends. So's coffee. I plan to
get home, fall flat on my face, call Darkside, and do
my laundry. I wanna go hooooooome.